Thursday, February 11, 2021

Alone on a raft, adrift and afraid. What creature will devour me? How will I make it home?

Wait, you say. You will rescue me anon.

Whimpering and rowing are equally futile, so far out from land. Self-reliance is no friend to me here.

Wait, you say. Sit calmly.

When you deliver me, will it be amidst frantic motion, or will I find the wherewithal to wait seated?

O dear friend, let me meet this test.

(Letter #2,224)